Summary

“I don’t just hand out a real reading on corners and in bars,” Mollymauk said. “You want a real reading? I can give you a real reading. Upstairs, and with a proper set up. Maybe you can prove that fateful card there wrong.”

He tilted his head just a bit and his grin sharpened into something more suggestive. He could see the flush spreading up Caleb’s cheeks, and that alone was another success for the evening, if nothing else.

But then Caleb stood up, facing him with less than a foot between them, and Molly’s posture almost collapsed when that aura washed over him, sending shivers streaking up and down his spine. His tail lashed for a moment before wrapping securely around his ankle.

“Fine,” said Caleb shortly. His face was carefully blank, but his eyes were bright, fiery, and his cheeks were red.

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Mollymauk has been slowly intensifying his flirting game with Caleb as his confidence grows that the wizard is, in fact, also interested. It culminates in a tarot reading.

Summary

He stumbles upon an article on the internet that talks about "the illusion of danger" and "fantasies of consensual ravishment or agreed-to aggression" and "willing, or empowered, submission or surrender". The article says things like it’s the wish to be beyond will, beyond thought. It claims that ultimately, choosing to forfeit control may not be to lose it … but to powerfully assert it.

Steve doesn't know what to think about the article. He bookmarks it just in case.